Time and Love

by “A. M.,” published in The Girl’s Own Paper, 1885

How many a Christmas has the old clock seen,
And always with the same unchanging face!
Come, let us wreathe him round with evergreen,
And do him honour for a little space.
Yet what is Time to Love? And Love is here,
To give us happy Christmas, glad new year.

How many tunes, by many people played,
Must through this room have echoed long ago,
When ladies swept the floor with long brocade,
Through stately dances minuetting slow!
But what is Time to Love? And Love, my dear,
Will make a Christmas in the saddest year.

How many children, in how many a romp,
Have wished the clock hands would not move so fast?
Come, let us wreath him now with merry pomp,
And bid him chime to heart’s content at last.
For what is Time to Love? We need not fear,
Love will be with us through the coming year.

And very soon the carol sweet and gay,
With Christmas melody will greet the morn;
“Christians, awake! Salute the happy day
Whereon the Saviour of mankind was born.”
Oh, what is Time to Love? And Love is here,
The Lord of Christmas and the changing year.

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